Dice 2 [h.s.]

Dice 2 [h.s.]

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Fanfic
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Harry Styles
SEQUEL TO DICE *PAUSED INDEFINITELY* - "Did goodbye mean letting go and did letting go mean forever?" -perry - THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRIGGER WORTH SUBJECTS. READ WITH CAUTION!!! - When all else fails, love is supposed to conquer all, but it's messy. When the evil is your ex-love, war becomes personal. If love is the hero in all the stories, why is it her enemy? - //PREVIEW// My heart began to race as I watched both men approach me. The loud music of the club I unwillingly was in began to get louder and louder as they grew closer and closer. Harry had a darkness swirling in his eyes, laced with sex drive and jealousy. If only he knew how much I loved him and wanted only him. Xavier approached me as well, his upper teeth on full display as he bit his lip, looking my body up and down. This sent daggers into my chest and a forced cringe on my face. "Wanna dance?" Xavier asked, beating Harry to the punch. "Nope." I went to move towards Harry but Xavier grabbed my arm. "Don't touch her." Harry pushed him away and towards the crowd. "Don't touch me." Xavier pushed him back. With a blind mix of alcohol and drugs, Harry threw the first punch at Xavier's face, forcing Xavier to fight back. "You've got to be kidding me!" I shouted, running in the middle of it. "Stop!" I tried to shout over the music. But quickly, my head was knocked to the side. "Kennedy!" Harry shouted, catching me before I fell to the ground. I pressed my hand to my face. Holy shit, Xavier hit me. "Get away from me!" I shouted at Xavier as he approached me with eyes like a puppy. How the fuck did I get in a love triangle with Harry Styles and Xavier Beckett? - POSSIBLY OPEN FOR TRANSLATIONS - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @tpwk_pleaseeee
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"I know exactly what you like." I swallowed, my throat dry despite the whiskey. "And what does that have to do with your secret?" His lips curved, the faintest hint of a smirk. "Because I think you want someone who can push back." The heat in my stomach curled tighter, and I hated that too. Hated that he was reading me too easily, hated that I couldn't tell if he was just playing or if he really understood. "That's not much of a secret," I said smoothly, keeping my voice even. "Anyone could guess that." "Maybe," Harry mused, his fingers toying with the rim of his glass. "But I don't think just anyone could keep up with you." I narrowed my eyes, my body betraying me with the way it leaned just slightly closer. "And you think you can?" He didn't answer right away. He just held my gaze, letting the anticipation stretch, letting the weight of it settle between us. Then, finally, his smirk deepened. "I guess that depends," he murmured, his voice dropping to something dark. "Are you gonna let me find out?" // August Paisley was born into bloodshed. As the daughter of Brooklyn's most ruthless mafia leader, she's spent her life sharpening her edges, knowing that love is a liability and trust is a death sentence. With enemies circling and war on the horizon, she has no time for distractions-especially not the kind that comes in the form of sharp-tongued, brooding, Harry Styles. Harry is everything she should hate. The son of her family's greatest enemy. A man raised on the promise of destruction. Their worlds are built on blood feuds and old grudges, and there's no future where the two of them walk away unscathed. But when their paths collide, what starts as a battle of wit and fire turns into something else-something intoxicating, something inevitable. Falling for him is a mistake that cost her everything. Her life. But in a war where nothing is certain, letting him go might be the most dangerous thing of all.

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